I know, London still does not feature on this list! Because, I have never been there, thats why!

A trip to Sussex is on the cards next week and it reminds me something funny from the past. As kids in small town Sanawad in India, we used to participate in local tennis-ball cricket tournaments with a team from our locality. Priyank, out of no where suggested we should call it Sussex. He had heard this name somewhere in the county cricket news on TV and his argument was, when breaking up this name ‘Sa-Sex’, the ‘Sa’ in Hindi, means with and ‘Sa-Sex’ will become ‘A team with so much sex appeal’.

*face palm*

Teenage Hormones! 😀

Anyways, we never won any tournament or won more than a match. Sussex Cricket Club from Baheti Colony Sanawad remains in memories.

I don’t feel like doing anything. It has been a week since the Uni started and all the assignments results are coming out with positive vibes. But still. Nothing is exciting me enough. Really looking for that kick to get back to track.

Honestly, this is s bit worrying as the dates for the assignments in this term are out and staring hard at me.

It is easy to say nothing is wrong, but there is. Just cannot find the issue OR get that spark to light-up the cold caves of my mind and heart.

I was wondering over my new year’s resolution of doing 52 ‘things’ I have never done or experienced before and was planning to do. After much thought and pondering over the idea of ‘new’, I realised that, one can never decide over doing a new thing consciously.
It just happens!

If we look the open outlook at the life’s offerings to us, we can count and receive the ‘new’ thing as a gift or surprise.
Here comes the first thing of the year which was so not regular, it has to be counted as one of new thing!

Thing 1:

Watched two Real D-3D films back-to-back in a cinema namely Tron Legacy and Gulliver’s Travels.Also, add the 3D trailer of third Transformers and there is some evening to marvel about!

Most people complain that I always write either about day to day activities or something so strange that one has to think hard to look beneath the layers. I fully agree to their views about the pattern of my blog posts.

Here, when I look back to my older posts, I see them as a creative outlet of the strangest thoughts I have based regular happenings in my life. A story or journal is always incomplete if you cannot connect with the protagonist or the writer. A day-by-day activities are something what actually happened, but a complex piece of text explains how it made one feel.

I treat my blog as a friend. This friend of mine is storing life and times of Dushyant. In stories, events, dreams and thoughts. One day there will be no Dushyant but this information or text will be shared by this friend of mine to the world or with anyone who will care enough to read.

Aw man… you are again moving to your suspenseful side.

No!

Yeah… if so, then please cut the crap and tell us what’s up?

Okay! Office work is just fine. This new facility is serving its purpose. I am not taking some additional responsibilities of a group leader for some activities and enjoying it.

As the weeks go by, one can sense that the plans, which were thoroughly chalked and oaths taken to follow them, just pass in plain sight. It is not that the desire to go for them has died down or the intensity is lost, but the very fact and notion of ‘hold-it-for-the-time-being’ creeps in and does not allows you to move in the direction of the dreams.

Sometime back I heard a quote from Albert Einstein, “There is a great value in disaster, it gives us the opportunity to start all over again.” in a stage play from IIT, Love in December.

While mulling over the thought of a disaster, and imagining the scenario ‘starting all over again’, I realized that if ever I got a chance to start my life all over again, I’d like to keep it almost the same except a better physic and some more time spent in classrooms.

I think it is odd, even by my standards. 😉

Yes, I am happy in my little world. BUT be cautioned, there is still a lot of scope for improvement.

Though not every day, but sometimes the feeling of being lost somewhere when you do not belong crops up and gives an Ariel view of your own life. Recognizing oneself as distant cry from everyone as a stranger seems very natural.

Sitting on office or home computer is the only solution one can think of and this loneliness creeps in your dreams and echoes from the empty soul. What on earth are you doing Dushyant?

I don’t know.

You dream, prey and look for a way out. You remember all those friends of past and promise to meet them again and have the blast of your life. You dream about those golden memories and wish them to come back, knowing the life keeps speeding on and never stops or returns to the point is has crossed.

Everyone says live in today, live the moment, make new memories so that one day, you wish to return here. I cannot promise that. It is so hollow, so empty, so strange. No matter what I do or say, it all bounces back to me. It never lets me in. It’s just the surface which I can feel or see. How one can make memories of shadows or walls.

There are no real people in this world. They are email IDs or cell phone numbers. There is no one in this world which whom you can share a dream. It always stays with you.

Sometimes broken, sometimes burnt or sometime with a hope that it all will change.

Patience, they say, is a virtue. I think there must be a limit to it.

Sometimes, I wish to delete all my social networking accounts and profiles, just wish to throw away my cell phone. If being anonymous is the destiny, so be it.

Blog things with Himanshu aside, here is an update. I got the increment mentioned earlier on last Monday but not the promotion and increment is just the average and something extraordinary as I was expecting. Nevertheless, it was a good dreaming period about the new designation and more money.

I feel it has been quite a while since I have treated myself well. So, as a token of appreciation to yours truly, a car audio system from Sony was purchased this weekend. YeY!!!

‘You cannot believe your eyes, when 10 million fireflies…’ nice song which I am humming since last 2-3 days.

Abhishek bhai came till Pavagadh and returned Barwani without visiting Vadodara last week. I cannot blame him, though am disappointed, as the heat is really playing spoilsport these days. The temperature in the city and around is almost 42 degree centigrade on an average. Yesterday it was 43 and all the forecasting tools online claiming 42 for rest of this week.

It was HImanshu’s birthday on last Tuesday and at the very hour he turned 23, he came to Vadodara, with a big cake and huge smile. It was a fun little party we had here.

Apart from these things, I watched many notable movies, some for the second time. The Pursuit of Happyness, Million Dollar Baby, A.I., City of God, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and others. Agree that most of the names I took here belong to tear jerker genre but are sure shot one of the better movies made over the decade.

I never met a person in India who rides a bike or a car and never bribed a traffic policeman. I Never met a student who did not look for leaked papers for 10th, 12th or university exams. Never saw any Revenue Inspector or Patwari who never asked for money. Never in the educational department found any retired person who did not bribe for his hard earned pension and provident fund withdrawal.

Every ‘Shiksha Karmi’ or ‘Samwida Shikshak’ or primary temp teacher in village primary schools in India is there not by his merits but the very fact that either he is from a reservation quota or knew someone or paid something.

Public property and infrastructure, which includes state and city transport buses, roads, bridges, railway networks and other installations, always get burned, vandalized or dismantled everyday by one bunch of hooligans or the other. If by mistake the city bus driver, who is eventually getting only INR 2500/- (App. USD 50) a month, scratches other vehicle on the much crowded streets on the overloaded cities in India, rather than take the driver to the police station and ending the matter, the crowd takes the responsibility to beat the poor fellow up and then burn/vandalize or damage the bus, jamming traffic, damaging public property.

Who will pay for that broken glass my dear?

Does your father know the cost of that glass?

The stone you just hurled at the bus caused damage more than triple of that salary the poor driver was earning for a month.

The buses keep running in same conditions.

And a fellow like you or me says, ‘what to do man, this is India, the government cannot run a decent bus service. Everything is broken here.’

You burn down the entire coach of a train (It always comes in a set of 2 or 3 not one). A single of those costs approx INR 3,50,00,000/-, and complain about the losses and service of the railways.

Kids are dying of hunger. Child labor is present in your own house. You know at least 4 kids who do not go to school and even work at your office/school/college and do nothing to either stop or teach them.

You know where the next generation of India, which started off as farm working kids to urban slaves, is going.

You know how hard every Indian works to pay all those taxes to the government and they spend on public property.

This is what you must be mailing across than just creating a hullabaloo on the mail, which was created some 5-6 years ago and comes into rotation whenever a new batch of useless BE kids, who know nothing about programming but somehow hold a degree, got nothing to do and learn for the national growth, join software companies, where they get paid obscenely to sit in AC cubicles and daydream about going onsite someday.

On the above pictures, do you have floated such emails if the flag was there in the feet of Sai Baba?

No?

Why?

Just because, he is pseudo-god for 98 percent of India public?

Human worship, not the respect of the greater thoughts is the norm in India. First kill the evils inside you and your homes.

I was forced to express my views about the content of this mail as this year I got it for the 16th time.

First take action and then forward any such idiotic emails.

And as for the second picture, can you here the national anthem from this pic?